Daddy’s Lap

We always took turns sitting on our daddy’s lap
after he got home from work and he hung up his cap

he would plop in his chair with crocheted doilies on the arms
he was tired and thirsty but succumbed to his little girls’ charms

he would wrap his arms around us and pet our heads with his big calloused hands
but we didn’t care if they were scratchy we were his biggest, little fans

Our daddy’s lap could hold all four of us, little girls
we would snuggle in and fill his face with all our bouncy curls

The picture of us sitting altogether there, I hadn’t noticed till this day
while we never expressed care in the world, daddy’s face was a tired display

Our daddy filled our happy spot when we girls were just 4 little tots

daddy’s lap didn’t last forever next would come, 4 little boys,
They weren’t as demanding as we had been they would rather be playing with toys

Our daddy’s loving hands showed he cared, they were always opened wide
A place where all us little girls felt completely safe and looked up at him with pride